Oooo, I mentally growl, this boy has some nerve! Here I am, standing in my home's doorway, after greeting my childhood friend, (who I have not seen in four years, might I add!) and he has the nerve to just stand there and stare at me like the idiot that he is! What is that on his face? Is he…blushing? Why the hell is Ed blushing? Does he have a fever? (This doesn't surprise me at all. That boy could never take care of himself.) Well! Say something you idiot! Instead of just standing there and making me hold this smile! (Which I feel melting off.)
There was something else different upon Edward Elric's face as I stare at him. The last time I saw this short, blonde-haired boy, was for years ago, and all I could remember was a twelve-year-old's face.
Not anymore.
It was four years later, and Ed had not only grown a few inches taller, (which is not a big accomplishment, if you ask me…) but he no longer had that baby-fat that rounded his face. His eyes weren't as wide and glossy as they once were, his cheeks were toned, and his braid had a few more braids in it than before. He was so…handsome…And she was sure that his face wasn't the only place puberty hit him. I mean, NO! He is not handsome, just different, and I don't care where else puberty hit him!
I could feel the warmth radiate off my cheeks. Why am I so flustered! Dammit, Ed, say something! I yell to him in my head, though it didn't get to him, because he is still standing there like a complete moron!
"Ed," I snapped, "stop standing there and say something, you idiot!" I watched as he shook his head, shaking the redness out of his cheeks as well, and smiled at me. "Hey Winry," He said, raising his hand and waving a little, "It's been a while, huh?" I sighed. That's the best welcome I would ever get out of him. "Yeah," I said, "where's Al?" Ed pointed his thumb behind him. "He's outside talking with aunt Pinako." I moved out of the way to let him walk in. Then I noticed it, his right arm sleeve was flat. I grabbed his shoulder and he halted, turning to me. "What is it, Winry?" He asked. "What did you do to yourself, this time?" I knew I sounded worried with a mixture of sadness, but there was no avoiding it this time.
I'm worried about him.